Sorry about the delay! Like I said earlier I'm writing this as I go and I'm moving soon! But I'll try to tell all of you before the movers pack my computer. (obviously and unfortunately I don't have a laptop) Anyway…. Thank you to all the reviewers and please…KEEP IT UP!

Also in the last chapter it said Sadia was the unknowing survivor of earth. To make a long story short there are two things right now that you know about her that she will NEVER find out about (unless I change my mind) and those are 1) Sonja was her twin sister and 2) The PTB were bastards AGAIN and didn't activate a new slayer. The PTV were then destroyed which in turn destroyed earth. Sadia doesn't know that. She just thinks the PTB finally let a slayer go. Powers intact. About the whole PTB being bastards, I've always personally felt that they should have been kinder to the slayers and the whole 'only one' only makes them special in the fact that they're hunted and pretty much SCREWED! I mean, I'm sorry but they should at least get a good 'funeral package' or something. So as retribution the PTB die and well earth… it just made sense that it couldn't survive without it's creators.

Ok. On with the story…….

Chapter 4

The next sensation Sadia experienced was soreness. Which she probably deserved for being stupid enough to sleep on the floor when there was a bed available. Or at least she thought there was. After the man from before had shown her to her room she had just thrown herself down and wept.

'Which is pretty clear from my face.' She thought disgustedly as she looked in the small mirror in the bathroom. 'Apparently the Jedi aren't too concerned with their outward appearances from the size of their mirrors.' She added. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and washed her face. She walked back into the main room deciding to explore her room.

'More like cell!' She thought sardonically, when she saw the size of the room. 'Ok. Apparently they're not into much vanity, luxury……appealing colors…' The whole room was tan. Everything was tan. The bed , the lamp, the door, the sink, everything. 'Holy Shit! This is just plain freaky! Who the hell did the decorating?' She mentally screamed. Suddenly a flash of color caught her eye. It was her bag. Ah her trusty bag. The thing had been through hell with her, quite literally and certainly showed it. Because in her time the slayer was so hunted, and she was needed in so many places, she didn't have a permanent home. She just carried her few possessions with her. It was just simpler. She silently thanked whatever powers ruled this galaxy for the small comfort. 'And the blast of color.' She decided.

She reached in excitedly and got out her bathing stuff and made short work of bathing. Though she did have to figure out how the hell to work the shower thingy. After becoming reacquainted with cleanliness and a toothbrush she padded into the main room to get dressed. She went through her clothes and finally decided on a pair of semi-tight black shorts and a red spaghetti strap shirt. She slipped on black sneakers and grabbed her bag and left.

She wandered down the halls until she stumbled on what looked like an deserted exercise room. She looked out the windows and saw the pre-dawn light and decided that would explain the deserted part. She walked in and saw an exercise mat probably used for sword practice (she doesn't know about the Jedi and their sabers quite yet) and a punching bag on one side of the room. 'Ah my old friend' she thought happily.

She set her bag down and rummaged through it for her small portable CD player, which she soon found, relieved that it wasn't damaged from the transport. She flicked through her CD collection and decided that Linkin Park would be best for her mood right now. 'Though it'll shock the hell out of these guys' She thought amusedly. She quickly skipped ahead to In the End and began her stretches while walking towards the punching bag. She began to take out her frustrations on the bag with jabs and kicks, each getting more solid and stronger. She was so wrapped up in this, she didn't notice she now had an audience.

Just outside the window was Qui Gon and Obi Wan watching the slayer beat the shit out of a punching bag. Qui Gon was studying her tactics and moves while Obi Wan was simply gapping at the amount of sheer force the girl was putting on the bag. What was shocking, was that Sadia was a quite willowy looking young woman. Tall but graceful, her arms were slim and trim but gave no indication of their actual strength. Eventually her punches got faster and so strong that the bag began to violently swig so that she had to dodge it to avoid being knocked down. But that just made the show all the more better, because now there was and upset slayer dodging, kicking, slashing at the bag as though it were a vampire. After about 2 minutes of this treatment she finally unleashed a kick so powerful it slashed through the bag sending it spiraling into the wall, leaving a dent.

Sadia bent over panting and stopped the music, but quickly looked up when she noticed she was being watched. The thought wasn't very soothing and didn't seem to help her bad mood very much. By this time Master and Padawan had entered the room and were standing directly across from her, Obi wan still gapping, Qui Gon with his blank stare. The gapping didn't really bother her. But the blank stare just down right pissed her off.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer!" She snapped angrily. "Is there a reason you're staring at me? Or would you rather have a fight to test our skills?"

At this proposition, Obi Wan paled slightly and shook his head as if to say 'and get the shit kicked outta me? Hell no!' Qui Gon however, wasn't so wise. He accepted.

TBC……

So… next chapter… Our favorite Jedi Master vs. The Slayer. Who shall get the boot? Find out next time!

Don't forget to R&R!